#ttte oc cassidy

[duskstargazer]

[1969]

Sir Topham Hatt had recently come into ownership of a new engine. The general opinion on said new engine was nearly unanimous -- and it wasn’t a positive one.

Henry grunted sleepily as the warmth spread through his boiler. He enjoyed having Vicarstown Shed to himself for once. He cracked open an eye, then was fully awake in an instant. Surrounding him, on all sides, were rows upon rows of tankers, all filled with water.

“For god’s sake!!” He roared.

“Okay,” Percy chuffed, “now that’s just silly. I deliver the post - letters, parcels, that sort of thing. My trucks don’t carry weed - that’s what grows between the ballast on unkempt track! My driver told me!”

Percy’s driver scratched his head, and began to explain. The fireman made wild shushing motions, which the driver - rather fortunately - took heed of.

“Aah, finally. Time for a versatile engine like myself to--”

James froze. His spot in the shed was covered from rails to ceiling in bright blue paint. It dripped from the ceiling, coated the walls, and even ran down the window on the one side.

The red engine made a scream not unlike the sound of locked wheels skating on solid rails, and hurtled backwards, quickly deciding to sleep somewhere else - and nearly mowing Edward down in the process.

Gordon stared in baffled fury. His express coaches - his pride and joy - had been defiled. No longer did they bear the iconic red and white; they stood coated in the livery of the railway he despised the most.

“Who… in the name of Sir Nigel Gresley did this?!” He seethed.

[andreajingling]

[A theres a knock on your door! When you open it.. There's a rather large present, with a note on top! the note reads as follows:

"hey im your secret santa. merry arcmas? meant to get this out earlier but busy. sorry for the delay. should still be arcmas for you right? hope you like the gift. just make sure your mons dont eat the chocolate of course. -rs"

Within the large box is lifesized Flareon plush! It's very fluffy... There's also some Konpeitō, chocolate chip cookies, and a Spell Tag.]

// this is the perfect chance for some lore lets gooo /lh ~ | The place was BUMPING when they first got there, lights all over the place, music blaring from inside both the house and the restaurant next door, both Christmas related and, not.. I could swear one song over in the restaurant next door sounds like it's singing about talking in your sleep.. Odd branding too, who's that yellow bear? | ~ ~ | Well anyways, after the knock, a voice echoed from in the house, one that was drawing closer with footsteps. | ~

"WE'RE NOT BUYING ANYTHING, IF YOU TRY AND PAWN OFF THOSE SHITTY KNIFE SETS ON US I SWEAR TO THE GODS ABOVE AND THE DEMONS BELOW I WILL- oh."

~ | The Brunette in a Santa Outfit was cut off as she realized it wasn't anyone, rather, anything. She examined the box for a second, before pressing her ear onto it to make sure nothing was ticking. Too many times Tavish put stickies in there, so says her memoir. After confirming that it wasn't a collection of bombs that her scottish father figure had sent to detonate again, she slowly brought it in, the party inside still bumping as she did. | ~

"Looks like we got mail folks. No clue from who, thought postal service didn't run today..

~ | She paused, pressing a worried hand to her chin.. | ~

"percy and the other mail services d i d get the christmas mail done yesterday right.."

~ | Another woman, taller than the brunette by what looked to be two or so inches approached, resting a hand kindly on their shoulder, faded gold eyes matching Andrea's own shimmering Sapphire, and black hair drifting down her back. | ~

"Yes honey everything there was sorted don't worry, I listened to your ramblings last night.. What's it say?"

~ | The brunette at last decided to properly look at the box's tag, reading over the note left on it. As she did, two other figures walked over, the child, and the cannibal. Both were taking an interest in the box, listening to their mothers converse about it. | ~

"hey at least one of us does Cassidy."

~ | Andrea jested, giving a small peck on the cheek to the spiritual woman next to her. And as usual, the ghost melted into her wife's grasp. Lesbians. | ~

"Ok from what I've read, it's from that Secret Santa thing we signed up for back at the start of the month. Forgot about that thing somewhat.. Hey they got the time zones right it's still Christmas here on the Pacific Coast.."

"Then why does it say 'Arcmas'."

"Might be a different name for it, different religions, cultures, ways of celebrating, y'know."

"Ooh. Yeah fair enough."

~ | The two women took a step back, as they looked to the kid and the demon girl who are still eyeing the gift. | ~

"Have at it you two."

~ | As SOON as Andrea said those five words, the two began to rip open that gift's wrapping with the might of the demons below which, honestly makes sense considering one's dead, and one is actively possessed. | ~ ~ | Eventually, the two finally got the box open, and pulled off the lid to reveal the contents inside. | ~

"COOKIES. MINE."

~ | Mary rushed off, cookies in hand, the feast shall begin. | ~

"Oh FUCK yeah! Spirit Tag! Been looking for one of these! Shed will love this."

~ | Maddie scurried off to the couch, showing her Shedinja the tag, and carefully securing it to him in a way that wouldn't make him shatter into a million pieces, not only using it for the fact it's a Spirit Tag, but also as a Name Tag, just in case he takes another joy ride on the railway out back. | ~

"No way, no fucking WAY bro! I remember HAVING this shit as a kid! My parents ALWAYS put this in my stocking!"

~ | Cassidy grabbed up the Konpeitō, ripping it open, and taking a good handful, putting it into her mouth and MELTING at the flavor.. | ~

"Mmmph! Oh my god that is, really, really nostalgic.. Honey?"

~ | Cassidy turned to see what her wife was doing, only to see the woman on the floor, holding the life-size Flareon plushie in her arms like a child, or more accurately those like *gently holds* memes with the yellow creatures. Her own Flareon 'Coasteon' was looking at it with great intrigue as well. She was practically frozen, just, holding it close. Cassidy couldn't help but chuckle, sitting next to her, and snuggling up, giving her a soft, yet loving hug. | ~

"Lost a lot this year, I know ya did. But, hopefully next year has a lot more promise. Merry Christmas Honey."

~ | And with her quiet words, the brunette leaned on the black haired spirit, and quietly, the two enjoyed the last fragments of the season together. | ~

// OOC // WOO! I LOVE writing! Always a wonderful Christmas treat to be able to absolutely print like a mother fucker. Thank you for the wonderful gifts, honestly wonderfully thought out. No idea who sent em but if you're the one let me know! // Also I think it's time for an update to that character post. Wife Time.

[smlkid]

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